i got my book memory.

 you soul lucky.

 so cool, memory.

i know, right. i don't know what's in your memory.

i don't know what's in your memory either.

yet we lucky we have memory. some don't, and it makes life harder. i was thinking, we share memory even if we have different memory of the share, and we can't express it verbally. it's in there between us, it's in the air. the mask covers my mouth but you know from my eyes, though it's hard for you to see, and it's hard for me to breathe. ah. memory. sigh. lucky. you with me.